The room was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight through the window. Xu Xin lay on the bed, watching as Ye Yu leaned over him, fingers sliding under the hem of his shirt.
"Off," Ye Yu said, voice low.
Xu Xin smirked but didn't resist as Ye Yu pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His hands moved lower, unbuttoning Xu Xin's pants in quick, practiced motions.
A sharp breath escaped Xu Xin as Ye Yu yanked them down, leaving him bare. The cool air made his skin prickle, but Ye Yu's touch was warm—rough palms sliding up his thighs, claiming him without a word.
Xu Xin laughed, breathless. "No patience tonight?"
Ye Yu's grip tightened. "No."
And then there was no more talking.
Xu Xin's laughter died the moment Ye Yu's hand cradled the back of her neck, his grip firm but not cruel.
There was a heartbeat ,just one, where their eyes locked, and something unspoken flickered between them:
a challenge, a recognition, a spark that neither wanted to acknowledge.
Then his mouth was on hers.
The first brush of his lips was deceptively soft, testing, as if daring her to pull away.
But Xu Xin never backed down from a dare. Her fingers fisted in his shirt, not to push him away, but to *answer*, her kiss just as fierce, just as demanding.
Ye Yu groaned low in his throat when her teeth caught his lower lip, the sting sending a jolt of heat straight through him.
His tongue swept into her mouth, hot and insistent, and this time, she met him stroke for stroke, their breaths mingling in ragged bursts.
There was no surrender here only a clash of wills, a battle where every nip, every suck, every shift of lips was both defiance and desperate need.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
Xu Xin's lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes burned with the same fire that had always drawn him in.
"Still mocking me?" His voice was rough, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.
She exhaled a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening in his hair. "You tell me," she murmured, dragging his mouth back to hers.
This time, the kiss was slower, deeper—less about conquest and more about *feeling*. Ye Yu's hands slid down her back, pressing her flush against him, and Xu Xin arched into the contact with a quiet gasp.
The heat between them was unbearable, intoxicating, and for a moment, neither cared who was winning.
Then, with a sharp tug, Ye Yu ripped her qipao open.
Buttons scattered, but neither of them noticed, not when her bare skin was warm under his palms, not when her breath hitched as his mouth trailed down her throat.
"You—" she started, voice unsteady.
He paused, meeting her gaze. Waiting.
Xu Xin swallowed, then smirked. "...You'll need to do better than *that*."
Ye Yu's answering grin was dark, promising. And when he kissed her again, there was no more pretending ,only hunger, and the thrill of the fight neither of them could resist.
-So eager to challenge me," Ye Yu mused, his voice a low, taunting purr as he traced the delicate lace of her bra with a fingertip.
The fabric was damp where her nipples had hardened beneath it, betraying her arousal. His other hand splayed possessively over her waist, holding her still as his thumb brushed the underside of her breast, teasing. "But your body betrays you."
With a deft flick of his fingers, the clasp of her bra came undone, the garment sliding away to bare her flushed skin.
Xu Xin gasped as the cool air hit her exposed flesh, her back arching instinctively-only for Ye Yu to catch one peaked nipple between his fingers, rolling it roughly.
"Wow. So original," she managed, her voice dripping sarcasm despite the breathlessness creeping into it. "What's next- AAH!"
Her mocking retort shattered into a sharp cry as Ye Yu's mouth closed over her other nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.
His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair-whether to push him away or pull him closer, even she didn't know.
"You're already this worked up?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot as he switched to lavish the sar... attention on her neglected breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh until she was panting. "And here I thought you'd last longer."
Xu Xin's hips jerked as his free hand slid down her stomach, his fingertips tracing the dip of her belly button before dipping lower, past the waistband of her thong.
A ragged moan tore from her throat when he found her-soaked, just as he'd said, her folds slick and swollen under his touch.
"Drenched," Ye Yu mocked, his voice thick with satisfaction. He dragged a single finger through her wetness, circling her clit with torturous precision. "All that sharp talk, yet here you are, dripping for me."
Xu Xin's thighs trembled, her nails biting into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "F-Fine... you win... nngh!" Her words dissolved into a broken moan as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, his thumb keeping relentless pressure on her clit.
"Say it again," he demanded, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses
down her stomach, pausing to flick his tongue into the shallow dip of her navel before continuing lower. "Tell me how much you want this."
She could barely think, let alone speak -but as his tongue replaced his fingers, licking a slow, filthy stripe up her slit, Xu Xin's back bowed off the bed, her plea ragged and honest:
"Ye Yu-!"
Am I interrupting?"**
A sultry voice cut through the haze, dripping with playful intent.
Liu Ting stood in the doorway, draped in nothing but a silken robe that clung precariously to her curves, the fabric slipping dangerously low on her hips.
The dim light traced the contours of her body, catching on the smooth expanse of her skin.
Her lips, painted a sinful red, curled into a smirk as her gaze raked over them,
Xu Xin, breathless and flushed beneath Ye Yu's touch, and Ye Yu himself, his dark eyes already alight with hunger.
Xu Xin arched a brow, her chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. "Took you long enough."